The Death of Words

He caught her Just fallen, but braver Just a casual phone call, Turned dusk to nightfall, The pace of conversation, Switching seamlessly, From intense to airy, From slow to fast, Such a contrast The two posed so candidly Their alter egos would agree The call was anything but blurry Each hung on every word Every breathe. Pictured Colorful pictures that did unfold So evidently, from words untold Sensing each string of conversation So soft, so engulfing, like linen Capable of crushing Distance these two never felt lying That infinite distance Between souls even very close Not defying the physic s of time, It was just a night, seeming a lifetime Their lifetime was that very moment in time, When the two souls felt so joint That distance vanished and words kept dying